She is not an investigator.

"Did you bring them here?!"

"I'm a good person... I guess."

Probably, since she seems to be a member of a cult.

"Tch... these people..."

Alex frowned, put down his gun, and pulled out a folding stick instead.

"...They are the missing guys."

"Oh?"

Momokawa looked at Alex with some surprise.

"You actually recognized him?"

"How long do you think I've been hanging around on the streets? But since that's the case..."

The folding stick in her hand was suddenly torn open, turning into a hard, long stick, which was then slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Let them learn a lesson...!"

The Gods' Fool - The Last Knight: Chapter Forty-Three, The Beginning of the Ritual

Seeing the people rushing towards him, Alex tilted his staff slightly and slowly walked towards the crowd.

Her steps were slow yet powerful, each step faster than the last, until she shot out like an arrow and pierced into the chaotic crowd.

Alex gripped the long stick in both hands and swung it around like a baseball bat, smashing and slashing, and screams of agony instantly filled the air.

Someone attempted to attack from behind, but she didn't even look. She casually thrust her long stick behind her, knocking the opponent's weapon to the ground, and then kicked him out.

Their combat skills were practically nonexistent, and their only advantage—numerical superiority—was meaningless against Alex.

Seeing everyone locked in battle, but Alex still holding his own, a cultist who hurriedly left the battlefield looked towards Momokawa, who was watching the show not far away.

"Don't just stand there! Come and help!"

"Ah I?"

Momokawa pointed to himself, stood up somewhat confused, but still leaned closer in a strange manner.

Then, under Alex's wary gaze, she punched a cultist who had his back to her.

Do I look that much like a bad guy?

"You did look very much like that when you set the police station on fire."

Alex tossed the iron rod in his hand to Momokawa, then casually picked up a wooden stick dropped by the cultists and slammed it heavily into the person in front of him who hadn't had time to react.

Momokawa took the long stick and tried to swing it, but accidentally hit his own head. So he simply held it with both hands and used it as a large baseball bat.

After Momokawa joined the battle, the streets were soon filled only with cultists lying on the ground.

Momokawa tossed the long stick to Alex, watching as she skillfully shortened it and put it in her pocket.

"You must have somewhere safe to hide, right? I mean somewhere more secluded than this, the streets ahead will only get more chaotic."

Alex glanced at Olivia, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

"I'll take you to the Special Investigations Division's base; it should be much safer there. But I'm afraid I won't be able to stay there and watch over you, so I can't be sure..."

"What a coincidence, I can watch over her for you."

Momokawa interrupted Alex and raised his hand eagerly and proactively.

"Seriously?"

"She is Igris's friend."

"Oh...you also know Igris."

Alex glanced at Olivia, and seeing that she nodded in agreement, she had no further objections.

"Let's go, I'll take you there directly."

Olivia looked at the still-burning police station, hesitated for a moment, and asked.

"So, are we just going to leave it like this? Aren't we going to try to put out the fire or something?"

"There's no need for that... We've already taken precautions, so all the important data is sealed underground. Even if it's burned, it won't matter..."

Alex suddenly remembered the nun from the cult that had been captured before, who was still being held in the underground containment facility.

They've already investigated, and she's not exactly a dangerous person; in fact, her faith is quite weak. But they still need to be a little careful.

Moreover, Alex was more worried about other things than her.

Since the blood cult intends to plunge the city into complete chaos, where should they really go?

prison.

A place where those vicious terrorists are imprisoned.

"It's a complete mess."

Alex sighed, but before he could say anything more, a figure rushed towards him from the end of the street.

Alex's eyes lit up as he looked at the blonde figure, but he still coughed lightly as if he didn't care and waved to her from afar.

It's Igris.

"Oh, you guys are alright... How come the police station is on fire? I was even prepared to go in and check if you guys were still inside."

Iljukari. She jogged all the way to the ball in front of the mountain where the twenty-odd people were. And when Momokawa heard her words, he somewhat awkwardly looked away. Ba IV〃

"I plan to take Olivia to the Special Investigations Department for refuge first. This guy said he'll take care of her."

“Oh…good idea, I just wanted to make sure she was alright.”

Igris took a deep breath, inhaling the smoky scent of the flames, and couldn't help but cough lightly.

"Be careful, we'll talk later."

Igris turned to leave, but Alex grabbed her arm.

Igris frowned, looked at Alex holding her hand, and asked, barely suppressing her displeasure.

"Is there anything else?"

"You'll need my help, right? I can go with you."

“I don’t need it… but Ling might need your help. She’s currently gathered on North Street with most of the officers. If you want to help, go there.”

Igris pushed Alex's hand away and said with a deep frown.

"You'd better hurry, and hopefully nothing unexpected will happen."

After saying that, she left without looking back. Igris did have something to do, and it was something very important.

Alex watched her tearful figure leave, wanting to call out to her again, but ultimately couldn't utter a sound; his expression simply became somewhat downcast.

Igris's attitude towards her was terrible, a complete contrast to before.

"Don't be sad, she just doesn't like other people touching her body."

The thoughtful Olivia patted Alex on the shoulder, which barely managed to cheer her up a bit.

Although it's only a little.

……

"Mirror Demon... how are your injuries?"

The next moment, the Mirror Demon appeared out of thin air beside her and spun around once.

"It looks like everything is fine now."

"It's embarrassing to say this, but we're probably about to face another tough battle."

Igris felt a little guilty about sending the Mirror Demon back to the battlefield so soon after its injuries had just healed.

"The weather is pretty nice today."

"?"

The Mirror Demon blinked and, using Igris's body, spoke in a deliberately cute manner.

"So, I shouldn't be that easy to catch."

"…Ha ha."

Igris slowly stopped and looked at the tightly closed prison gates that were so close to her.

She looked around and, sure enough, found a crowbar that was almost perfect in both appearance and quality.

Do you know what might be inside?

"This is a prison, so of course it's full of criminals."

"Yes, but not entirely."

Igris pressed the crowbar against the door in front of her and continued speaking slowly.

"With a large number of criminals and chaos, it is impossible for blood worshippers to be unaware of these potential dangers that could be ignited at any moment. At the same time, this is probably the only place in present-day Molkens that still has a considerable population."

Igris pried open the door and kicked it away, saying in a deep voice.

"So it's very likely that the last divine child is here."

"The final ceremony begins here."

The Gods' Fool - The Last Knight: Chapter Forty-Four, The Crimson Cocoon

"Guess why the guards here are nowhere to be found?"

Igris walked down the prison corridor, the area where the guards, or prison officers, operated.

Unfortunately, there was no one here.

"Were they transferred?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you to guess."

Igris tapped the wall with a crowbar, the crisp sound echoing throughout the corridor, causing her to frown slightly.

Her hearing has always been excellent, so she also heard some sounds that didn't belong here in this corridor.